Google says that they are a “snack taken at the bar with drinks.” Our youngest daughter on her birthday got to select the restaurant and went Basque again. This means TAPAS. To me, Tapas are, “extremely small portions, extremely small plates, and extremely high prices.” I want more than a tapa; I want a birthday week of meals. For my week I pick the following menus:
- Day 1 – French: Pepper steak, green beans, Daphne potatoes and Vichyssoise
- Day 2 – German: Weiner Schnitzel Holstein with fried egg, lemon, sour cream, German frites, mushroom and oxtail soup.
- Day 3 – Italian: Filet of Sole Picatta, broccolini, penne pasta with pesto, and a Caesar salad
- Day 4 – English: Prime Rib Diamond Jim Cut with creamed horseradish, Yorkshire pudding, glazed carrots, mashed potatoes, and DJ’s mushroom soup.
- Day 5 – American: 2/3rd lb. hamburger with bacon, sharp cheddar cheese, mushrooms, pickles, thousand island dressing, potato salad, maize and a wedge salad with blue cheese dressing and croutons.
- Day 6 – Spa Time: Cold salmon, raw veggies, Greek vanilla yogurt, Bibb lettuce with lemon juice and diet Jell-O.
- Day 7 – Day of Rest
Forgot: Desserts, in any order and of course ala mode: Chocolate Souffle, Blueberry Pie, Southern Peach Cobbler, Hot Fudge Sundae, and my mother’s rice pudding.